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Lets just say showbiz suits her well.
Hey, now, dont go playing nice. This isnt Lucas youre talking to. Whats she like?
Flakier than puff pastry.
Another whooped laugh. Oh, man, I wish I was there. So about this caseyou changed your mind about working with Lucas?
I never said I wouldnt work
Sure you did. When I was up in Portland last month. Lucas was talking about that Igneus case, and I said maybe you could help, and you said
This is just temporary. Hes busy, so Im filling in.
Jaime slid into the room. I lifted a finger. She nodded, grabbed a Gatorade, and perched on the edge of the vanity counter.
Adam continued, If hes busy, that means you need a partner. I could
Im fine. You have school.
Not for the next four days, I dont, Adam said. No classes until Tuesday. Ill just hop
Stay. If I need you, Ill call. In the meantime, can you ask Robert about nec I glanced at Jaime. that list? Its kind of urgent.
I will if you promise to call back with all the details.
Ill call you first thing tomorrow. As soon as you wake up. Say, noon?
Very funny. Im up by ten. Call me back tonight. Its only seven oclock here, remember.
I agreed, then hung up and turned to Jaime.
Sorry about that. I wasnt sure how long youd be. I put my cell into my purse and hefted it to my shoulder. Look, Im sure this is a bad time for you, right after a busy show and all. I appreciate you taking the time to see me, and the show wasgreat. But you dont need me bugging you with this. Whatever favor you owe Lucas, consider it squared. I stepped backward toward the door and grasped the handle. Anyway, its been great meeting you, Jaime, and I wish you all the best
Im sorry about what I said. I stuck my foot in it so far Im kicking myself in the stomach right now. After a show, Im so wired, I justI dont think.
Thats okay. I
I mean, shit, I cant believe I didnt figure out who you were the minute Lucas told me your name. I knew your mom. Not personally, but I knew who she was, and then I heard about you and Eves daughter last spring, so I really should have put two and two together, but when I do a show, my brain goes on hold and A wry twist of a smile. And I babble and blather, and make no sense at all, not that you noticed or anything, right?
Its okay. Obviously yourebusy and you dont need this, so dont worry about it. I have other necromancers I can contact.
She began brushing her hair. Better necromancers.
I have no idea whether theyre better. Ive never worked with you.
She looked up, as if surprised that I hadnt paid her a false compliment.
I continued, Im just saying this is probably a bad time
You need me to contact a girl in a coma. Simple. Its ten oclock and youre not going to get anyone else to do it tonight. Might as well give me a shot, let me repay Lucas.
What could I say to that? Spending the next couple of hours with the Diva of the Dead wasnt exactly my idea of fun, but she seemed calmer now, as the high from her performance wore off. Maybe this wouldnt be so bad after all. Or so I kept telling myself as she dropped her robe and started searching for clothing.
Gone
FOLLOWING THE ADDRESS I GAVE, THE CAB STOPPED IN front of a square block of brick squeezed between a restaurant and a small accounting firm. Unlike its neighbors, this storefront had no obvious signage. It took a minute of searching to see the near-microscopic sign in the window: THE MARSH MEMORIAL CLINIC.
Jesus, Jaime said as I rang the after-hours bell. What is this? A rehab center?
A private hospital, I said.
Shit. Who do you have to kill to get in here? She caught my expression. Ah, not who, but how many. A Cabal hospital.
A blond woman in her forties opened the door. Ms. Winterbourne. Hello. Mr. Cortez said youd be by this evening. Come in, please. And I presume this is Jaime Vegas?
Jaime nodded.
Has there been any change in Danas condition? I asked.
A brief flutter of emotion rippled the nurses composure. Im afraid not. Youre welcome to stay as long as you like. Mr. Cortez asked that this be a private visit, so if you need me, please buzz. Otherwise, I wont bother you. Shes in room three.
I thanked her and followed her directions into a side hall. As we walked, Jaime looked around, taking in everything.
And just think, she said. This is for the employees. Theyve probably got a place in the Swiss Alps for the execs. And the family? God only knows. Can you imagine having this kind of money?
Remember where it comes from, I said, quoting Lucas.
I try, but you know, sometimes, you see what a Cabal can do and you think, hmmm, maybe tormenting a few souls now and then wouldnt be such a bad gig. Youre dating the guy whos supposed to own all this one day. Im sure you think about that.
Hey, now, dont go playing nice. This isnt Lucas youre talking to. Whats she like?
Flakier than puff pastry.
Another whooped laugh. Oh, man, I wish I was there. So about this caseyou changed your mind about working with Lucas?
I never said I wouldnt work
Sure you did. When I was up in Portland last month. Lucas was talking about that Igneus case, and I said maybe you could help, and you said
This is just temporary. Hes busy, so Im filling in.
Jaime slid into the room. I lifted a finger. She nodded, grabbed a Gatorade, and perched on the edge of the vanity counter.
Adam continued, If hes busy, that means you need a partner. I could
Im fine. You have school.
Not for the next four days, I dont, Adam said. No classes until Tuesday. Ill just hop
Stay. If I need you, Ill call. In the meantime, can you ask Robert about nec I glanced at Jaime. that list? Its kind of urgent.
I will if you promise to call back with all the details.
Ill call you first thing tomorrow. As soon as you wake up. Say, noon?
Very funny. Im up by ten. Call me back tonight. Its only seven oclock here, remember.
I agreed, then hung up and turned to Jaime.
Sorry about that. I wasnt sure how long youd be. I put my cell into my purse and hefted it to my shoulder. Look, Im sure this is a bad time for you, right after a busy show and all. I appreciate you taking the time to see me, and the show wasgreat. But you dont need me bugging you with this. Whatever favor you owe Lucas, consider it squared. I stepped backward toward the door and grasped the handle. Anyway, its been great meeting you, Jaime, and I wish you all the best
Im sorry about what I said. I stuck my foot in it so far Im kicking myself in the stomach right now. After a show, Im so wired, I justI dont think.
Thats okay. I
I mean, shit, I cant believe I didnt figure out who you were the minute Lucas told me your name. I knew your mom. Not personally, but I knew who she was, and then I heard about you and Eves daughter last spring, so I really should have put two and two together, but when I do a show, my brain goes on hold and A wry twist of a smile. And I babble and blather, and make no sense at all, not that you noticed or anything, right?
Its okay. Obviously yourebusy and you dont need this, so dont worry about it. I have other necromancers I can contact.
She began brushing her hair. Better necromancers.
I have no idea whether theyre better. Ive never worked with you.
She looked up, as if surprised that I hadnt paid her a false compliment.
I continued, Im just saying this is probably a bad time
You need me to contact a girl in a coma. Simple. Its ten oclock and youre not going to get anyone else to do it tonight. Might as well give me a shot, let me repay Lucas.
What could I say to that? Spending the next couple of hours with the Diva of the Dead wasnt exactly my idea of fun, but she seemed calmer now, as the high from her performance wore off. Maybe this wouldnt be so bad after all. Or so I kept telling myself as she dropped her robe and started searching for clothing.
Gone
FOLLOWING THE ADDRESS I GAVE, THE CAB STOPPED IN front of a square block of brick squeezed between a restaurant and a small accounting firm. Unlike its neighbors, this storefront had no obvious signage. It took a minute of searching to see the near-microscopic sign in the window: THE MARSH MEMORIAL CLINIC.
Jesus, Jaime said as I rang the after-hours bell. What is this? A rehab center?
A private hospital, I said.
Shit. Who do you have to kill to get in here? She caught my expression. Ah, not who, but how many. A Cabal hospital.
A blond woman in her forties opened the door. Ms. Winterbourne. Hello. Mr. Cortez said youd be by this evening. Come in, please. And I presume this is Jaime Vegas?
Jaime nodded.
Has there been any change in Danas condition? I asked.
A brief flutter of emotion rippled the nurses composure. Im afraid not. Youre welcome to stay as long as you like. Mr. Cortez asked that this be a private visit, so if you need me, please buzz. Otherwise, I wont bother you. Shes in room three.
I thanked her and followed her directions into a side hall. As we walked, Jaime looked around, taking in everything.
And just think, she said. This is for the employees. Theyve probably got a place in the Swiss Alps for the execs. And the family? God only knows. Can you imagine having this kind of money?
Remember where it comes from, I said, quoting Lucas.
I try, but you know, sometimes, you see what a Cabal can do and you think, hmmm, maybe tormenting a few souls now and then wouldnt be such a bad gig. Youre dating the guy whos supposed to own all this one day. Im sure you think about that.
